Before I get started here, I should say that Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 is a terrible movie, and I don’t know why I’m watching it right now.
Right. So, today was our first day using heart rate monitors, which taught me that my heart rate shoots up much higher and much more quickly than Phil’s. We did a lot of stuff today that we’ve done before, like push-ups, lateral one-legged hops, lunge-to-balance presses, ball crunches, bicep curls, and our usual core and balance work. After that we did four sets of one lap walking, one lap jogging, and one lap running, which put us at a mile total. And my heart rate was jacked during that. However, the first running lap I floored it and it felt GREAT. The next two running laps were not so pleasant, but on the last one I started giving myself some mental encouragement and was able to pull through.
After that, one of us jumped rope while the other did some drills hopping and shuffling side to side over a jump rope on the ground. Being a girl, I honestly thought jumping rope would be like riding a bike. Oh no. Granted, I was starting with a certain degree of exhaustion, but I kept catching the rope on my left toe, having to start over. And that’s when I started to tear up a bit. I didn’t actually cry, but I was getting super frustrated. The second time around I did a lot better, but still had to stop a couple of times. After that we did some squats, rows, and lunges.
We closed out the workout with five minutes at a pace that would keep our heart rate at 150, which was a jog for Phil and a brisk walk for me. During one of my laps this jabroni who had some sort of plastic bag apparatus on under his Sox shirt whistled at me when I walked past. Really, dude? I’m here, doing the same work you are, albeit minus the Jewel bag undershirt, and I’ve got to hear this shit? Come on.
Anyway, it’s a little bit of a bummer that my heart rate is so much more erratic and extreme than Phil’s, but I keep reminding myself that he has a distinct advantage over me, having been more athletic for more of his life. At any rate [haha!], every time I find myself thinking “You know, this triathlon isn’t going to be that hard,” I have a workout like today that reminds me I have a long, long way to go. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, I just keep encountering new challenges and am, I hope, improving and overcoming them.
Fight the resistance!
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